TERRACE Draft - Day 1

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[fleurdesel]

"Heights, flying, falling." The last more than the first two by a large margin. Heights and flying were not so terrible save for the potential for a fall. "Perhaps treating it with you might be something easily done, with sufficient research."

[wise_maiden]

I would appreciate it, if you have the time. There's a lot to go through, and I want to be sure that everyone gets one. It was a lot easier to do when we were all assigned rooms.

[complicatedliar]

"There is nothing so clear that sets off my rather pathetic attacks," he said. "And you had just implied such matters are not simple, easy, or swift."

[fleurdesel]

"Which is where 'with sufficient research' comes in. When you understand the problem it is easier to solve than when you've no idea what it is." She shrugged and tugged her knees up to her chest, looping her arms around them. "...references to past trauma would be my guess. At least that is what caused it when I was fifteen."

[yourhatred]

[More or less.

He nods again. That's a good enough answer for the time being.]

I really do admire your perceptiveness.

[wise_maiden]

Hm, you can say that. I usually use magic to heal others, but I have experience in more conventual methods as well.

[Largely thanks to being in Luceti for so long and actually receiving guidance from "real" doctors.] These are emergency supply packs that need to get handed out to everyone.

[complicatedliar]

No, he did not like this at all. He did not want to be researched. "I think perhaps at the moment, you ought to be more concerned about yourself," he observed mildly, then rose to his feet.

"Trauma," he muttered, a bit louder than he intended, unable to hear himself. "Feh."

[fleurdesel]

"Focusing on anything and everything aside from my own issues is a coping mechanism. Keeps me from remembering we're. In the air." A shudder rippled through her frame, her arms went tight around her knees, but she didn't slip back into a panic.

"The most clinical way of putting it, yes. I'm loathe to repeat the phrase itself."

[reminded]

I see... Well, if you'd like, you could take only a few items to supplement your own. They do say you can never be too prepared.

[Encouragingly, he holds one out. The small pack contains an array of gels, potions, bandages, disinfectants, a small radio transceiver, and so on, packed with the efficiency of an experienced puzzler.]

[complicatedliar]

"If you wish, I will escort you to where the other healers may be," he said. That would certainly give her something else for focus.

He snorted. "Unpleasant things happen all the time, Adele. I'm not much of a god if I cannot handle that fact, yes?"

[fleurdesel]

"I would appreciate that." Work. Work helped to a degree, and certainly would help her now.

She uncurled from where she sat bit by bit, stretching out in jittery motions before frowning at Loki. "Last time I said it you pinned me to a wall by my jaw. And then I had a panic attack. One a day is enough for me."

[universal_charm]

_{[ He looked over at Natasha and he couldn't help but crack a little smile, though it was as nervous as the rubbing of his hands against his pants. ]}

A little, maybe. That sudden need to throw up earlier didn't help, or the green skin.

[fallenambitions]

[It's a rather disappointing sight to behold, and Alexei was too stubborn to just give up there. He didn't care if the effects would take some time to wear off, he needed to train now. Perhaps using the element he was more comfortable with would be a better start. Taking a moment to relax, he then raises his blade and hits the ground before him. A row of ice erupted where his blade had landed, extending ahead of him just a bit. His Raging Ice Fang at least seem like a better attempt, but it lacked it's usual reach. So he'll simply just do it a few more times, with each attempt getting a little further.]

[widows_kiss]

[She arches an eyebrow at that, confusion flitting through her eyes.] ...Green skin? I've missed something.

[ahappylie]

Only in legends and fairy tales; and even then it was only for castles - not entire cities in the sky.

[He tilts his head and turns his gaze from the sword to Derek.]

Have you taken a look around?

[endgames]

[He puts his hands in his pockets and considers walking off. He's not gotten used to how surreal this feels.]

They were grateful to you for it.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He waved it. ]}

It's gone now, I saw the medics. I think it had to do with the altitude or something. You think with being in space I wouldn't have a problem, but I guess it's different when you're actually in atmo.

[reminded]

[He takes a seat across from her and looks over the array of items. It looks like a lot to stuff into a little pack, but if there was ever a man with a talent for fitting an absurd amount of things into small spaces, it is this man.]

Assigned rooms sound heavenly. I'm never one to demand luxury, but these arrangements are a bit much.

[widows_kiss]

Quite a bit, or so I've been told. I've never actually been in space yet. [She sounded thoughtful at that, as if it were something she'd like to try one day.

...Preferably not at the hands of alien invaders, however. She could deal without that part again.

She flicked him a faint smirk.] Did you actually turn green?

[rather_be_surfing]

"No doubt."

Derek stands, offering Natasha an arm and giving her a wink.

"Let's go see what today's poison is."

[complicatedliar]

He closed his lips in a thin line for a moment. "A regrettable lapse of self-control on my part. Though also not something that should be said around me in general unless a fight is desired, yes?" Really, if she'd been nearly anyone else, he likely would have gone on to kill her and not hesitated.

[wise_maiden]

It's been a while since we've been afforded that sort of luxury. We're lucky we even had more than a day's notice with the way things have been lately.

[rather_be_surfing]

[Derek takes the pack, and smiles.]

Thanks.

Take it you'll be in the medic tent?

[fleurdesel]

"You were not yourself." Well. He was and wasn't- he'd just been the worst parts of himself bundled up with all that anger and given a perfectly convenient, helpless target. She'd been lucky Clint had been able to talk him down. That he'd hesitated at all from simply snapping her neck. The reminder, however, was chilling. Lent an extra edge of anxiety, of wariness to her words and motions.

"Those. Threads-" She gestured to his wrist. "After the failed attempt to remove them. I do not know if I'd call that a fit or catharsis. The rest I have not seen for myself in their entirety- at least not well enough to know the trigger."

[rather_be_surfing]

He sees that and frowns, coming up to her.

"Hey. What's going on? You all right?"